any time hereafter come, wil not (I hope) impute these abuses to any transgression in us, who have ever been carefull and provident to shun the like.' P. 162. Epistle to the publisher. Notes the printer's faults in his Britain's Troy, and the pirating of his two epistles of Paris to Helen, and Helen to Paris by Jaggard [in The Passionate Pilgrim].
lviii. 1610. William Crashaw.
[From A Sermon Preached in London before the right honorable the Lord
Lawarre, Lord Gouernour and Captaine Generall of Virginea . . . Feb. 21,
1609 (1610).]
P. 57. 'We confesse this action hath three great enemies: but who
be they? euen the Diuell, Papists, and Players.' P. 62. '3. As for
Plaiers: (pardon me right Honourable and beloued, for wronging this
place and your patience with so base a subiect) they play with Princes
and Potentates, Magistrates and Ministers, nay with God and Religion,
and all holy things: nothing that is good, excellent or holy can
escape them: how then can this action?. . . But why are the Players
enemies to this Plantation and doe abuse it? I will tell you the
causes: First, for that they are so multiplied here, that one cannot
liue by another, and they see that wee send of all trades to Virginea,
but will send no Players, which if wee would doe, they that remaine
would gaine the more at home. Secondly . . . because wee resolue
to suffer no Idle persons in Virginea, which course if it were taken
in England, they know they might turne to new occupations.'
lix. 1615. I. H.
[From This World's Folly. Or A Warning-Peece discharged vpon the
Wickednesse thereof. By I. H. (1615).]
B^v-B2. 'What voice is heard in our streetes? Nought but the
squeaking out of those [Greek: teretismata], obscaene and light Iigges, stuft
with loathsome and vnheard-of Ribauldry, suckt from the poysonous
dugs of Sinne-sweld Theaters. . . . More haue recourse to Playing
houses, then to Praying houses. . . . I will not particularize those
Blitea dramata (as Laberius termes another sort) those Fortune-fatted
fooles, and Times Ideots, whose garbe is the Tooth-ache of witte, the
Plague-sore of Iudgement, the Common-sewer of Obscaenities, and
the very Traine-powder that dischargeth the roaring Meg (not Mol)
of all scurrile villanies vpon the Cities face; who are faine to produce
blinde Impudence [in margin, 'Garlicke'], to personate himselfe vpon
their stage, behung with chaynes of Garlicke, as an Antidote against
their owne infectious breaths, lest it should kill their Oyster-crying
Audience. Vos quoque [in margin, 'Or Tu quoque'], and you also,
who with Scylla-barking, Stentor-throated bellowings, flash choaking
squibbes of absurd vanities into the nosthrils of your spectators,
barbarously diuerting Nature, and defacing Gods owne image, by
metamorphising humane [in margin, 'Greenes Baboone'] shape into
